#354

Today you get to listen to my sappiness regarding my baby girls. 

On Tuesday, November 18, 2008, I woke up at 4 am with crazy contractions that were two minutes apart. The day before I had contractions all day, but I didn't want to go to the hospital- I had things to do. But that Tuesday, there was no avoiding the dr. Instead of waking up my husband to take me to the hospital, I took a bath. 

Finally, J woke up and demanded I go to the hospital. I grumbled and contracted and packed a bag. We headed to the hospital thirty minutes away. When we arrived, I was hooked up to monitors, given an iv (after too many failed attempts!) and examined. We waited. I contracted. We laughed. I contracted. 

They took me back to the operating room, numbed me up, and delivered my beautiful P and K. 

Three years ago, I was blessed with two angels. They were completely healthy and perfect in every way. From the first time I held them, they captured my heart. 

How could I ever explain to anyone what my daughters mean to me? How could I put in to words the awe I feel when I am around them? Knowing that my husband and I made these little beings and are trusted with their care still amazes me. 

Today, we woke up and celebrated their third birthday. We took cookies to our friends, had heart pancakes for dinner, and just had a good day. They love saying they are three. And we cannot wait for their party tomorrow. To add to the fun, my Ma got here right before bedtime. So fun!